Anonymous
7/22/2025, 9:40:03 PM No.40776453
I'll tell you the story below.
Hi, I'm sure you didn't know about this, or if you did, you laughed and didn't give a shit, but this shit is serious.
Since 2017, I've been experiencing strange harassment. I hear classmates talking about the pornographic content a certain person watches, the day after I've seen this type of material. They make statements, when I appear, like "This guy is psychic" when hours earlier I'd pulled up someone's personality profile, or comments about the audiovisual material I'd been watching (movies, TV shows). I got scared when I overheard conversations about thoughts or fantasies that coincided with my fantasies and they made fun of them.
The day I confirmed it was a day I set a goal for myself not to use the computer, the cell phone, or speak out loud in my house. Just thinking... I already had a suspicion. I stopped consulting people about the problem so I could adapt to my university classmates. They always backed away, made fun of me, and ended up having a thing about me. The thing is, I became an adiabatic thermos, mentally, and that's when I discovered it.
I gave the girl I liked a nickname; there was a lot of drama surrounding her, so in the privacy of my mind, I gave her an immature, funny nickname that minimized the seriousness of the ENTIRE SITUATION. That's when, at the train station, I mentally mentioned the "nickname," and two workers on the opposite platform said, "You saw her like a llama." From that moment on, I was especially attentive, but I made the mistake of telling my family all this. My father, who boasted about his intelligence, diagnosed me with a schizophrenic attack. I felt guilty about the girl I nicknamed in my mind, and the victims of all that drama, so I decided to start treatment, although I never disbelieved. Whenever I sought help or support, I would turn to my family and hit the same wall: "You're not hearing that, you heard it wrong," "You're hearing voices." I did hear them because they were real.
Hi, I'm sure you didn't know about this, or if you did, you laughed and didn't give a shit, but this shit is serious.
Since 2017, I've been experiencing strange harassment. I hear classmates talking about the pornographic content a certain person watches, the day after I've seen this type of material. They make statements, when I appear, like "This guy is psychic" when hours earlier I'd pulled up someone's personality profile, or comments about the audiovisual material I'd been watching (movies, TV shows). I got scared when I overheard conversations about thoughts or fantasies that coincided with my fantasies and they made fun of them.
The day I confirmed it was a day I set a goal for myself not to use the computer, the cell phone, or speak out loud in my house. Just thinking... I already had a suspicion. I stopped consulting people about the problem so I could adapt to my university classmates. They always backed away, made fun of me, and ended up having a thing about me. The thing is, I became an adiabatic thermos, mentally, and that's when I discovered it.
I gave the girl I liked a nickname; there was a lot of drama surrounding her, so in the privacy of my mind, I gave her an immature, funny nickname that minimized the seriousness of the ENTIRE SITUATION. That's when, at the train station, I mentally mentioned the "nickname," and two workers on the opposite platform said, "You saw her like a llama." From that moment on, I was especially attentive, but I made the mistake of telling my family all this. My father, who boasted about his intelligence, diagnosed me with a schizophrenic attack. I felt guilty about the girl I nicknamed in my mind, and the victims of all that drama, so I decided to start treatment, although I never disbelieved. Whenever I sought help or support, I would turn to my family and hit the same wall: "You're not hearing that, you heard it wrong," "You're hearing voices." I did hear them because they were real.